“W-what is it? What do you want?..”

Frostpaw looks paranoid and afraid, ears flattened, eyes wide. She stalks through the grass slowly.

When she notices you, she hisses, jumping back. Her claws unsheathe and her fur bristles. Her irises slit and a quiet growl forms in her throat.

“What do you want? Who are you? Have you come about RiverClan’s leader? I swear, I have no idea!”